airborne.

i am on my way from northern norway back to trondheim to play a couple of gigs this weekend. exotic røyrvik will be victimized when nameus wants to try rockin’ it on friday and mosjøen is up next with ramp on saturday. flying norwegian, ironically enough, i am surrounded by a very questionable group of people speaking a language i find it even harder to place geographically. they all have sweaty, smelly armpits, and i have no problems imagining that they’re kinda hairy too. somehow one of the guys found it reasonable that the plane will crash and he seemed to be very excited about it. it’s sweet how body language is so international, especially when we just heard over the speaker that the flight time will be twice as long caused by really bad weather. plus i will probably be stuck at the airport waiting for a train that will be there an hour before me, being the only one “connecting” this late at night. anyway… i should focus on something else in the meantime. what about giraffes? i might think about giraffes. i am actually thinking about them right now. poor guys. imagine being a giraffe having a cold! they have long throats right? …or one being afraid of heights. when i think about it, i guess i can’t really say i’m not better off being human and flying anyway. among these.. these.. god, they are russians! i thought i heard them say something about putin. haha i can’t wait to get to someplace i can hook my computer up to some dirty wireless network to share this lousy post on sweaty russians and sick giraffes, when it’s supposed to be about something way sweeter. i will try better next time. i promise.